I always knew he would

 

Last night was so wonderful. I didn't think that it could be like that. Melissa was right when she told me that you have never had sex until a Black Master has made love to you. Desmond was inside me all night and I lost count of the times his large beautiful dark brown hard member streamed his hot seed into my welcoming tunnel of love. And how many mind shattering orgasms I had I will never know; I just seemed to be in a wonderful haze of pleasure from the first moment I opened my legs to that happy fun time when we showered together this morning.

Melissa has always been a lovely older sister to me and when she told me that her husband Jeremy had accepted the fact that she was now the Mistress of a Black Master, I didn't believe her. But after I saw her with Deven together and their deep desire for each other I knew it was true, Jeremy is a cuckold and recognizes that her needs cannot be met by his little pink penis and his puny white body.

“You and Graham have been married a year now Rachel,” she said to me one evening after one or two glasses of wine, “so it's about time you both understood that you ought to be ‘Black Owned’ like me. And I have just the right Master for you.”

She was right of course. Desmond was all that I could ever want in a Master. He is strong, well-hung and knows exactly how to please his Woman in bed which, if I am honest, is something Graham has never done. But no matter, Graham understands that he is no longer the main man in my life and has accepted his cuckolding; ...

 ... as I always knew he would.